.. of poso-negros and wishful thinking
. . . if only i was a little less reactive to highly caustic matter then maybe i could be best buddies with everybody - - - thats a red alert for me. it’s not that i have a black heart or something,but i can easily spot not so adorable matter. i think that’s a gift, when it takes you only a few meetings while others take some time to distinguish "it matter" (i don’t think their maturity level ever evolved at the same rate their bodies did - making them less of a human, but instead is matter since they occupy space, has mass etc etc ).
. . . .if only i can pull up a black hole. perhaps invent a machine sensitive to my ire level and will be activated by the tension headaches i get after every encounter, that will slurp (just like some shit getting flushed into the big pipes after the toilet bowl with that satisfying glurgling sound that comes after) this thing into the GREAT BEYOND, then maybe i’ll be a hero and make this world a better place by sparing them from unwanted matter. i’ll be known as the "poso-negro" of boogey monsters and blast them to the dante’s inferno that they belong.
. . . . . if only i can imagine myself in some paradise listening to nothing but astrud gilberto then maybe i could junk a recurring memory of a "chance encounter with the third kind".
. . . . . . if only i did my breathing exercises, enrolled in a yoga class, thought of dharma,yin,the cation,the positron and all positive elements of nature then maybe i could’ve let it slide.
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life is full of pain in the a’s. zap them all. i’ll condition myself to be seeing a lot of ghosts - like part of Jackson’s MTV Thriller - guess this point on, i’ll see a lot of dead-men walking.
disclaimer: i’m really not nasty. i just don’t like some buttons being pushed consecutively.
